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And here is the perspective that wrote itself - and I think this may be one of my better ones, although I leave it to you to judge.
Here is the scene from the eyes of Alric, the squad sergeant.
Alric swaggered down the path between the cheering maids and servants, his men on either side of him. These were his lads - and they were good lads, full of piss and vinegar, swagger almost as jaunty as his own. Hardened men, fired in battle and he’d trust any of them with his life without a thought. Not that he’d need to, no-one was getting that close. Bastards’d have to try damned hard to kill Alric.
He reached to one side to pull a particularly pretty chambermaid into a quick, hungry kiss and walked on, leaving her stood shocked and smiling behind him. Nice arse, that girl - he’d have to look her up later. Grateful women, glad to be rescued, ready to fall for the charms of a roguish soldier - that was the life.
Alric stepped up to the gates of the manor and lightly shifted three feet of club into his fist. No point being careless, after all, and there could still be some fun inside.
He kicked open the door and led his lads inside. Hah, not so much fun after all - just a couple of poncy-dressed twats who were clearly the nobles. Fat chance of any entertainment there - but he’d make them squirm anyway, got to keep up appearances.
“This is my home. You may come no further, begone….”
Or something like, that, anyway - Alric hadn’t been really paying attention. But he saw the pistol come up, and there might be some fun here after all.
Alric grinned, seeing the way the arrogant cunt with the gun wasn’t really arrogant at all, he was shit-scared and he knew it. He took a step forward, languid and emanating power.
“Come on, then, shoot me.”
He took another step forward, his club held low where the noble’d have to watch it or him.
“What’s the matter? Coward? Come on, shoot me. You’ve only got one shot, make it count!”
He wasn’t going to shoot - Alric knew it. Bastard didn’t have the guts - but there was fun here, he was going to enjoy watching the cunt’s pissy little attempt at defiance fade, realise that he was fucked and there was nothing he could do about it.
Alric was the boss here, and everybody knew it. And damn, did that feel good.
He stepped forward, again, and watched the gun arm quiver.
Step.
Quiver.
Step.
Quiver.
Oh, this was fun, watching the defiance in those eyes fade, watching the bastard nearly piss himself with fear as he realised what was coming. Only a couple of steps away now, and the power was delicious.
Step.
Quiver.
”So, last chance this one. Going to shoot me? Come on, can’t be that hard?”
Step.
Alric moved in one fluid spin, smashing three feet of hard wood into the noble’s wrist. He felt the satisfying crunch as the delicate bones splintered and cracked, saw the blood spray out in a fan and splatter all over the bitch in cream’s chest and face.
Nice tits, actually, that one.
The noble collapsed into a fetal position, clutching his arm.
“Take him”.
Alric was bored with him, now. He was watching the girl, instead - such a lovely attempt at arrogance. Oh, she was pissed now - and damn was she gorgeous doing it. But watching her break’d be even the more fun.
“And as for her… someone tie her.”
One of his lads leapt to obey. Good instincts, that one.
“Do you intend to kill us? I will face death like the daughter of noble blood that I am, and nothing that you can do can steal from me my dignity. You may win here, but our divine right under the Teacher cannot be overthrown forever. Your time will come, peasant.”
Alric was halfway listening this time - she was playing along so nicely, and she’d realise in a moment that he had all the power here.
He laughed. This’d get the bitch to understand.
“Right, lads, you’re due a reward, and she just asked for it. I’ll be back in an hour.”
He watched her face crumple, and yes, there was a lot of fun here after all. A real lot of fun.
The first of the men ripped away the front of her dress. Nice tits, that one, definitely, the lads’d have a good time with her.
Alric chuckled and wandered away to track down his p
retty chambermaid.
Here is the scene from the eyes of Alric, the squad sergeant.
Alric swaggered down the path between the cheering maids and servants, his men on either side of him. These were his lads - and they were good lads, full of piss and vinegar, swagger almost as jaunty as his own. Hardened men, fired in battle and he’d trust any of them with his life without a thought. Not that he’d need to, no-one was getting that close. Bastards’d have to try damned hard to kill Alric.
He reached to one side to pull a particularly pretty chambermaid into a quick, hungry kiss and walked on, leaving her stood shocked and smiling behind him. Nice arse, that girl - he’d have to look her up later. Grateful women, glad to be rescued, ready to fall for the charms of a roguish soldier - that was the life.
Alric stepped up to the gates of the manor and lightly shifted three feet of club into his fist. No point being careless, after all, and there could still be some fun inside.
He kicked open the door and led his lads inside. Hah, not so much fun after all - just a couple of poncy-dressed twats who were clearly the nobles. Fat chance of any entertainment there - but he’d make them squirm anyway, got to keep up appearances.
“This is my home. You may come no further, begone….”
Or something like, that, anyway - Alric hadn’t been really paying attention. But he saw the pistol come up, and there might be some fun here after all.
Alric grinned, seeing the way the arrogant cunt with the gun wasn’t really arrogant at all, he was shit-scared and he knew it. He took a step forward, languid and emanating power.
“Come on, then, shoot me.”
He took another step forward, his club held low where the noble’d have to watch it or him.
“What’s the matter? Coward? Come on, shoot me. You’ve only got one shot, make it count!”
He wasn’t going to shoot - Alric knew it. Bastard didn’t have the guts - but there was fun here, he was going to enjoy watching the cunt’s pissy little attempt at defiance fade, realise that he was fucked and there was nothing he could do about it.
Alric was the boss here, and everybody knew it. And damn, did that feel good.
He stepped forward, again, and watched the gun arm quiver.
Step.
Quiver.
Step.
Quiver.
Oh, this was fun, watching the defiance in those eyes fade, watching the bastard nearly piss himself with fear as he realised what was coming. Only a couple of steps away now, and the power was delicious.
Step.
Quiver.
”So, last chance this one. Going to shoot me? Come on, can’t be that hard?”
Step.
Alric moved in one fluid spin, smashing three feet of hard wood into the noble’s wrist. He felt the satisfying crunch as the delicate bones splintered and cracked, saw the blood spray out in a fan and splatter all over the bitch in cream’s chest and face.
Nice tits, actually, that one.
The noble collapsed into a fetal position, clutching his arm.
“Take him”.
Alric was bored with him, now. He was watching the girl, instead - such a lovely attempt at arrogance. Oh, she was pissed now - and damn was she gorgeous doing it. But watching her break’d be even the more fun.
“And as for her… someone tie her.”
One of his lads leapt to obey. Good instincts, that one.
“Do you intend to kill us? I will face death like the daughter of noble blood that I am, and nothing that you can do can steal from me my dignity. You may win here, but our divine right under the Teacher cannot be overthrown forever. Your time will come, peasant.”
Alric was halfway listening this time - she was playing along so nicely, and she’d realise in a moment that he had all the power here.
He laughed. This’d get the bitch to understand.
“Right, lads, you’re due a reward, and she just asked for it. I’ll be back in an hour.”
He watched her face crumple, and yes, there was a lot of fun here after all. A real lot of fun.
The first of the men ripped away the front of her dress. Nice tits, that one, definitely, the lads’d have a good time with her.
Alric chuckled and wandered away to track down his p
retty chambermaid.